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Dario Montero
Dario Montero
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Keep the talking I don't rest bitch, Ima mark it on ma checklist Ima roll it off in a Benz bitch try not To catch I be the man and you helpless uhhh Yeah, she fucking with me cuz she can I want them hundreds in grams Fuck up the scam to leave me the digits I ran yeah aye Oh, yeah, oh, okay, yeah 47 shots Keep the talking I don't rest bitch, Ima mark it on ma checklist Ima roll it off in a Benz bitch try not To catch I be the man and you helpless uhhh Yeah, she fucking with me cuz she can I want them hundreds in grams Fuck up the scam to leave me the digits I ran yeah aye Keep the talking I don't rest bitch, Ima mark it on ma checklist Ima roll it off in a Benz bitch try not To catch I be the man and you helpless uhhh Yeah, she fucking with me cuz she can I want them hundreds in grams Fuck up the scam to leave me the digits I ran yeah aye I just need a lighter, Ima roll that fye up She said she ain't riding if we sliding out that fire truck Ima stay away from her Young niggas ain't good with birds, that sack moved get out my turn Ima fuck her sister first, she said I done denied I said ohhh whyy? She said she don't fly with guys no ride or die But she get piped and leave the sight like damnn No motion this my plan I ran the check now who up next wait oh shit this my land yeah ayy Keep the talking I don't rest bitch, Ima mark it on ma checklist Ima roll it off in a Benz bitch try not To catch I be the man and you helpless uhhh Yeah, she fucking with me cuz she can I want them hundreds in grams Fuck up the scam to leave me the digits I ran yeah aye Keep the talking I don't rest bitch, Ima mark it on ma checklist Ima roll it off in a Benz bitch try not To catch I be the man and you helpless uhhh Yeah, she fucking with me cuz she can I want them hundreds in grams Fuck up the scam to leave me the digits I ran yeah aye I'm so high but I feel so low I be fucking bitches they be thinking they'll blow I don't really wanna count the digits no more They be talkin bout my niggas like my niggas don't go I got em I got em I let em go down Fuck what you thought I'm the greatest around Drop that bitch off in her wedding ring, gown I told you I'll fuck you and leave you right now Yeah ain't my fault no, that I just ball woah I hit it off the wall tho, ain't shopping at the mall no I just wanna hit it from the back one time Swear to god you better never call my line I got all my bitches in a check like signs And I'm tryna make a mill off every rap or rhyme Keep the talking I don't rest bitch, Ima mark it on ma checklist Ima roll it off in a Benz bitch try not To catch I be the man and you helpless uhhh Yeah, she fucking with me cuz she can I want them hundreds in grams Fuck up the scam to leave me the digits I ran yeah aye Keep the talking I don't rest bitch, Ima mark it on ma checklist Ima roll it off in a Benz bitch try not To catch I be the man and you helpless uhhh Yeah, she fucking with me cuz she can I want them hundreds in grams Fuck up the scam to leave me the digits I ran yeah aye 47 shots
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